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Thursday, August 05, 2010

Jealous Love or Zealous Love

This is almost like a sequel to the previous post… (that…. Love power).
This time, I feel jealous (or zealous… to sound more goody-goody) to not even wait for a ‘verdict’ from the asker. Though it sounds like a ‘mystic’ coincidence that the asker chose to ask this soon after ‘picking’ my answer for ‘love power’. As ‘mystic’ as that benevolent ‘nature’ which has allowed me the gift of listening to ‘musical rhythmic beats’ of an old model ‘bullet’ maintained by an elderly neighbour, ‘free’ of cost! He takes all the trouble of that low-mileage (even in this kilometer-age!), insurance, driving through the maddening traffic, etc… and gifts me 5 minutes of the music of that ‘lovable-beat’ of bullet (old model especially!) every morning while he gets the engine ‘warmed up’. The calm silence of the early hours allows hi-fi broadcast of this sound! All I wanted was to listen to the sound. And I have it ‘all-your’ style, no-strings-attached! Can’t help reminding myself of that great poet-philosopher Iqbal (…. Bataa teri raza kya hai….).
I find it more comfortable to ‘feel’ the fragrance of that bewitching magical flower, when a lady passes by, taking the trouble of weaving a garland that adorns the well braided long tresses, carrying all the burden around, deprived of a ‘view’ of one’s own flowers! I find it even more wonderful to watch a wonderful elderly-couple gladly accepting each other’s old age inadequacies, and incessantly caring, helping each other, unmindful of results (sometimes the milk in the kitchen spills, the dish gets burnt when stove is not switched off, that pension date seems too far away this month…. And so on!). A mad, illogical ‘entanglement’ beyond the reach of any jealousy, greed, etc.

And so, I would leave no stone unturned, to try and help to resolve any inconsistencies amongst youngsters in their reaching out towards such pure form of ‘love power’ so that the baton is ‘effectively’ passed on to the next generation. We need that ‘power’ which defies gravity, and pulls out the water, the nutrients etc through roots, inches its way painfully through the veins and arteries of the plant, and reaches the fag end of the fragile branch, and bloom out into an enchanting flower!

Psn(5th August, 2010)

http://in.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20100804183350AAMaMjb
Do you like to 'make' your loved one 'jealous'? Why?
And did you know that "every question" has the "right" to a philosophical view? Philosophy--- being an "art" of the mind. Thank you. You are welcome there, too.

And that is 'why'.....I'm asking a question? And not feeding a philosophy? Thank you for your concern.
And btw, Y/A suggested this choice of category?
Good questions, my friend. You may ask them, and I'll try to answer the best I could? Thanks!


My answer:
But that doesn't seem to sustain in the long run.

That nefarious, clandestine drug seller's love for 'easy' money from the gullible victim's pocket is what makes him 'offer' a few free sample doses of drugs. Once having tasted, these 'addicts' would now 'seek' him at his safe hiding place (avoiding the 'eyes' of the law). But once that stock of drugs is exhausted, the very same 'lovers' might knife him out of frustration!

Jealousy is a negative emotion basically, and is never known to have yielded a sustaining positive result. Yes, for some time it does 'seemingly' work in a positive way. But what shall we do to sustain that love when there is no scope for jealousy anymore (old age wrinkles, dementia, adult nappies, and what not!).

I vote for the 'philosophical' art(ery) which takes us straight to the heart! Psychology helps a lot, but pauses after a clear diagnosis of the mind. The psychologist has to be a philosopher too, a bit, for that prescription, but the 'dispensing' of the 'solution' (medicinal 'mixture' .. we used to call it "ADT-mixture... Any Damn Thing that works... ) has to come from the 'compounder' who compounds true love, and pours it through our gullet soothingly!

1 comment:

Deepakbellur said...

I am often struck by how in the past Indians who were fortunate to travel abroad would send extremely pretty picture postcards with the words 'Wish you were here' written by them with the obvious purpose of arousing your envy. Unfortunately (for me!)they would succeed.